Two cars, one in front and one behind, quickly shuttled through the tunnel and drove to the open space at the end of the road.
Rong Boye slammed on the brakes and stopped suddenly.
An Xuyue was so frightened that she even forgot to curse.
In the front seat, Rong Boye opened the door and got out of the car alone.
Walking to the back seat, An Xuyue just opened the car door. Without squinting, he pressed the car door with one hand. With a little force, he closed the door again, pressed the remote control with his right hand, and locked the person in the car.
An Xuyue slammed the car window hard and shouted loudly, "Rong Boye! Open the door!"
The man ignored it and stood steadily beside the car. The cold wind blew from the forest behind him, lifting the edge of his coat and making half of him melt into the darkness.
Yan Zhicheng stood below and slowly stepped on the gravel. Even through the darkness, the sinister bird in his eyes shone frighteningly.
The two sides faced off, and no one lost.
It’s been so long since I last saw you, I can’t even count the days.
In the past twenty years, there have been countless overt and covert fights, and I wanted to kill each other.
Yan Zhicheng walked up, without even saying hello, and kicked the person opposite him in the abdomen!
Rong Boye, who had been ill for a long time, could not bear this attack. He grabbed the car door handle with all his strength to steady himself, staggered several steps, bent over and coughed.
Under the moonlight, it seemed that he had vomited something, but he couldn't see clearly what it was.
An Xuyue was sitting in the car, watching this, it was probably fatal.
"Yan Zhicheng! Are you crazy! He is sick, sick! Do you want to kill him?!"
"Of course I want to kill him." Yan Zhicheng's tone was cold. He walked closer to the bent man and said condescendingly, "Get up!"
Rong Boye closed his eyes, covered his chest with one hand, and stood up straight.
His chest heaved violently, and his condition was obviously in poor condition.
Yan Zhicheng was not polite to him and grabbed his collar, "You still dare to appear in front of me because you think that with Nannan as a shield, I don't dare to do anything to you, right?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Rong Boye's expression changed. He braced his sick body, gathered enough energy, and punched his face, roaring like a trapped animal: "Don't mention Nannan, you don't mind it!"
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Yan Zhicheng took a punch, but took a step back, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his fingertips, sneered, and pointed at An Xuyue who was crazy in the car, "Pretend to be affectionate, then who is she?! You dare to say, you
Aren’t you sorry Nannan?!”
"No."
Two words: light.
The tense atmosphere froze instantly.
Yan Zhicheng had a sullen face and stared at the person opposite.
Rong Boye suddenly sneered and looked at the person opposite him like a fool.
"She has explained it to you for twenty years, but you have never believed her. Then I will say it again today."
He straightened up, resisting the smell of blood in his throat, and glanced into the car.
"I have never touched this stupid woman, not even a finger."
Yan Zhicheng pursed his lips tightly and said word by word, "I have eyes!"
"Look, you don't believe it even if I say it." Rong Boye walked down from the height, passed by the back seat, and suddenly unlocked the door.
An Xuyue happened to press the car door, and suddenly the car door unlocked, and she was knocked out from inside.
Rong Boye stepped back and did not help.
Yan Zhicheng was two steps away, but subconsciously stepped forward and hugged the person.
"Two idiots! If you want to go crazy, go find it yourself! Why are you looking for me!"
An Xuyue ignored what they said and started crying as soon as she got out of the car. She raised her hand and punched Yan Zhicheng with real force.